Mojo

A Poem by Wayne Scheer
 
Mojo, the neighbor’s cat,
old, blind, deaf, arthritic,
kidneys failing–
 
We watch our friend’s
three year-old daughter
while she takes the cat
to be put to sleep.
 
The child, always happy,
chatters about Mojo
going to heaven
and how butterflies
aren’t made with real butter. 
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